Author's Note: I wrote this for my friend's birthday, but I hope everyone enjoys this. I took this down, but I am putting it back up, because I don't really see any outrageous flaws with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters, if I did then no one would know about certain pairings.
Matthew
The day I met him, I thought the world couldn't be crueler. It was 'Love at First Sight', like you see in the movies. My heart skipped a beat the second he walked into the living room that day. His short, messy, blond hair was in his face, despite his hand pushing it out of his face constantly. His eyebrows were huge, and he was a good couple of centimeters shorter than me.
Anyone could tell he was from the United Kingdom, the accent showed it. You could also tell that America was the last place he wanted to be. The scowl that was planted on his face and his vibrant green eyes that glared down everyone pretty much gave it away. He had his IPod on, blasting rock music through his headphones. He was wearing a white tee with Union Jack printed on the front. On one arm he had a spike bracelet, and on the other a leather fingerless glove. I surprised he could walk in his skinny jeans, held up by a silver chain that hung down to the middle of his thighs.
He walked in behind my new step father. To anyone else, he might have looked like punk, but to me he looked like an angel. I knew I loved him from the beginning, but there was a catch, the thing that made it impossible for me ever to be with him.
"Matthew and Alfred, meet your older stepbrother, Arthur." My life sucks.
That was a year ago, and I have grown to accept the fact that Arthur and I could never be together. Yet each day I find myself loving him even more, falling into his stubborn attitude and those dreamy, emerald green eyes. I don't know how I make through each day without him knowing. Sometimes I just want to yell it for the whole world to hear.
Only three people know about this little crush of mine, my brother, Alfred, my stepfather, Francis Bonnefoy, and me. My brother found out by reading my journal, the little bastard tormented me for weeks. It was possibly the worst time in my life, just hoping Alfred wouldn't say something in front of Arthur to give me away.
Francis, on the other hand, was different. If you asked me, I think he knew from the start. He supports my love for Arthur, only because he adopted Arthur and his brothers from an orphanage sixteen years ago. Arthur doesn't know, and has no clue that he isn't related to Francis.
If it wasn't for Francis, then I don't know what I would do. He is the only one who understands me.
So here am I, still as far away as ever from having Arthur as mine. Today was just another one of those days. I sat across from Arthur, as we all ate in complete silence. Lunch was never like this. Usually we were trying to he was trying to shut up Alfred. Today was the exception, until Alfred arrived.
"Dudes, guess what?" Alfred bounced to the table, slamming down his tray, causing Arthur to clench his jaw.
"Will you be quiet? I am trying to have a peaceful meal, you prat!" Arthur snapped, glaring at my older twin. Alfred laughed at our older stepbrother, and I sighed. Nothing changes around here.
"Nope, and you still haven't answered the hero's question." I sighed again. My brother and his hero complex.
"What Alfred?" I questioned.
"Antonio is having a Christmas party, and we are all invited." Arthur cringed at the Spaniard's name. They had never gotten along, and I knew that he wouldn't invite Arthur willingly.
"Alfred, did Antonio say Arthur's name exactly, or are you just telling him he was invited?" Alfred turned away and mumbled something under his breath.
'Right again.' I thought, face palming.
Arthur didn't say a thing, just put on a scowl and went back to eating his scones. I sighed. More than anything, I wished he could go to the party. It wouldn't be the same without him.
We ate in silence, until Feliciano, Lovino, Kiku, and Ludwig came and sat down. The second that Feli put down his tray down was the second he started talking about Toni's party. Soon everyone, but Kiku and Arthur, were talking about their outfits and who would get drunk first.
I turned away from the conversation I was having with the older Italian twin, Lovino, to see why Kiku and Arthur were so silent. I found they were in there own little conversation about a physics test to care about the party, until Kiku asked Arthur about it.
"Oh no, I wasn't invited." Arthur said rolling his eyes.
"You weren't invited. That is depressing it won't be the same without you." Kiku mouth was tugged into a frown. "Arthur-san….."
"Yes Kiku."
"Would you like to go to the party with me?" I was automatically alarmed. He couldn't go with Kiku! If he did, they might start dating, and I may lose my Brit. Everything in me screamed for him to say no.
"Ummm," Arthur blushed, and everyone at the table there eyes glued on them. Even Feliciano had stopped talking to watch. "Sure, why not."
The night of the party had arrived, and I barely had the inclination to get ready. Francis had to pick my outfit, and then threaten to dress me himself.
"Mon Cher, what is wrong? I thought you liked Arthur." Francis looked confused.
"I do, but….."
"But what, Matthew?" He folded his arms and scowled at his stepson.
"But he is going with Kiku." I whispered.
"But nothing. You cannot give up on him. Tonight you will make him yours, even if it kills you…." Francis said.
"What does death have to do with anything?" Matthew questioned, but Francis went on.
"Fight for your love, for the life you could have with him Matthew. It is the only thing in this world that is truly worth fight for. Yes, you may fail, he may turn you down and never speak to you again, thinking that your love for him is incest, but you must fight for him." Francis had now stood up on the bed, making gestures with his hands to explain his point.
"Ummm, I think you are…." I began, only to be silenced by him.
"Matthew, I am only telling you the truth. You must fight for your man. If you truly love him, he must be yours! It is your fate, no DESTINY!"
"Francis, SHUT UP!" I screamed, immediately silence the Frenchman. "You're not helping, whatsoever."
"Ooohh, okay. But you do understand what I am saying?" Francis had a hopeful look on his face.
"You just told that there is a good possibility I will fail, and that Arthur will hate me forever, but that I should fight for him forever, like a stalker." Francis face was filled with horror, and I rolled my eyes.
"That is not what I said!"
"Well, it came out like that."
"Did not." Francis pouted and crossed his arms like a five year old.
"Yes, you did." I countered.
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not.
"Did too."
"The hero says you're both wrong, know let's go!" The two of us spun around, seeing Arthur and Alfred in the doorway, both with an irritated look on their faces.
"Umm, how much of that did you guys here?" My heart was in my throat. Arthur couldn't know yet, if he did…
"The beginning of the 'did not's. Why?" Alfred looked genuinely confused, while Arthur turned to his father.
"You haven't done anything to Matthew, have you frog? Because if you did I will kill you." Arthur approached Francis, raising his fist.
"Honhonhonhonhonhonhon~ Mon lapin, I would never do that." Francis smirked as the Brit glared him down.
"Fine." Arthur turned to Matthew. "Are you ready to go, Matthew?" God, I loved when he said my name with his accent.
"Just give me a minute." My voice quivered. Alfred snickered, knowing that I could barely talk to Arthur because of my love for him.
"Okay mate. Alfred and I will wait in the car for you." Arthur turned to go, when he saw Alfred snickering at them.
"What are you laughing about git?" Arthur scowled.
"Nothing." Alfred snickered again. He probably would have burst if Arthur hadn't dragged him out of the room by his ear.
"Ouch Artie!"
Once they were far enough away, I turned back to Francis. He was picking through my closet, disappointed with what he saw.
"Matthew, you need something that suits you, but makes you look attractive." Francis turned his head to look at me. "You know what I am talking about."
"You just…." I began to say.
"I mean your jacket. You cannot just wear any old thing. It completes the whole outfit." Something caught his eye, and he smiled like the Cheshire Cat. He pulled out a black jean jacket that, according to him, was meant to go with my pants. After about a good ten minutes of arguing, I was finally ready to leave.
"Bye Francis." I called over my shoulder as I left the house.
"Remember what I said. Va chercher ton amour."
I ran outside to the where Arthur and Alfred waited for me. Alfred's silver truck was swaying back and forth, and all I heard was Arthur swearing at the top of his lungs.
"You bloody bastard! My scones are fine, you just don't have taste!"
"Hahaha~ Artie, the hero always knows best!"
"My name is Arthur, not Artie!" The sound of someone's fist hitting skin was enough to cause me intervene.
"Stop it you two!" I screamed as I threw open the passenger door open. I found Alfred holding Arthur down, while the Brit struggled under him.
"Hey Mattie! You ready now?" Alfred flashed me a thousand watt smile.
"Alfred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland, what are you doing?" With my arms crossed I glared the both of them down.
"He insulted hamburgers, and then….."
"And then this bloody twit insulted my scones!"
"Not my fault they taste like crap!" Arthur gasped.
"Why you little…." The Brit was now choking my older twin.
"STOP IT YOU TWO, BEFORE I CALL MUM!" I screamed silencing the two. Before Arthur moved in, I never raised my voice.
"Fine…" They both mumbled. I shut the door as they were getting into their proper seats. Alfred just started the car as I put on my seatbelt. We were all silent on the way to Antonio's party. I stared at the trees outside, hoping that tonight everything would go right. Too bad it was only the beginning of the end.
Translation:
Mon lapin - My rabbit
Va chercher ton amour – Go get your love!
Author's Note: Hope that was okay. This story is probably only going to be at the most five chapters, but more likely four. Okay, Review and I will try and get the next chapter up as quick as I can. And Happy Birthday hello kitty bandaid!